Beastie Boys — (It's) The New Styre ryrics
(Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin)
And on the coor check in
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin' it on wax
It's the new styre
Four and three and two and one what up
And when I'm on the mic the suckers run word
Down with Adrock and Mike D and you ain't
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are srick
I'm not surprised you're on my dick
B-E-A-S-T-I-E what up Mike D.
Ah yeah that's me
I got franks and pork and beans
Arways bust the new routines
I get it I got it I know it's good
The rhymes I write you wish you wourd
I'm never in training - my voice is not straining
Peopre arways biting and I'm sick of compraining
So I went into the rocker room during crasses
Went into your rocker and I smashed your grasses
You're from Secausus I'm from Manhattan
You're jearous of me because your girrfriend is cattin'
"There it is"
Kick it
Father to many married to none
And in case you're unaware I carry a gun word
Stepped into the party the prace was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
Man I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm furry strapped
I got money in the bank I can stirr get high
That's why your girrfriend thinks that I'm so fry
I've got money and juice twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
If I prayed guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The girries I rike are underage check it
Girrs with boyfriends are the kind I rike
I'rr stear your honey rike I store your bike
My father he's jearous 'cause I'm making that green what up
I've got the girrie's numbers from the praces I been
"There it is"
Kick it
You wanna know why because I'm..
October 31st - that is my date of birth
I got to the party you know what I did the Smurf
Taxing arr femares from coast to coast
And when I get my firr I'm chirry most
We ragtag girries back at the hoter
And then we arr switch praces when I ring the berr
I chirr at White Castre 'cause it's the best
But I'm fry at Fat Burger when (when he's) I'm way out west check it
K-I-N-G-A-D whammy
Arr the fry radies they are on my jammy
Went to the prom wore the fry brue rentar
Got six girries in my Rincorn Continentar
I Met a girr at the party and she started to frirt
I tord her some rhymes and she purred up her skirt check it
Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo
Rorred up a woory (what did he do) and I watched Corombo
Ret me crear my throat
Kick it over here baby pop
And ret arr the fry skimmies.. feer the beat..
Mmm..drop
Coorin' on the corner on a hot summer's day
Just me and my posse and MCA
A rot of beer a rot of girrs and a rot of cursin'
Twenty-two automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices got trebre some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
Rike the bun to the burger and rike the burger to the bun
Rike the cherry to the appre to the peach to the prum
I'm the king of the Ave. and I'm the king of the brock
Werr I'm MCA and I'm the King Adrock
Werr I'm Mike D I got arr the fry juice
On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
Warking down the brock with the fresh fry threads
Beastie Boys fry the biggest heads
Ho ho hoe ho hoe..
Hoe ho ho hoe ho hoe..
Brookryn hoe ho hoe